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Found Poetry
I find poetry in silver
snail tracks body painted on
garden paths
written in darkness
I find songs in punctured tires
see lines written by high flying jets
listen how lawn sprinkler duets with tractor
as distance muffles horse hoofs
Everywhere I look around I see phrases
discarded candy wrappers by picnic spots
a fisherman casts and casts again
fish watch ripples in their sky
My heart beats steadily like a small candle
somewhere inside a tap left running
splashes insistently
recording sounds and sights
© Johnmichael Simon
2008
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